You bring me dying presents
When I let you in
And it’s sweet
Born to kill
And eat alive
It’s heart warming
You sharpen your weapons
Always ready for the fight
Can’t I be you for just a day
And feel what it’s like
To put my trust in me
How is it for you?
My love
You can’t talk
But tell me all your secrets
© 2003-2005 Douwe Monsma